He was coming from the water in the autumn evening. The buckets were heavy, she was still a girl, barely a girl. He brought the buckets and put them down. The grandmother wrapped a shawl around her head, carried it under her arms and tied it on her back, she was like a village doll. The thin dress did not keep her warm, it was cold, the buckets were heavy, but there was a secret joy in her, and the reason for that joy was the son of the Arzumanians, who circled around her on a bicycle, rode forward and fell, went away, came and circled around her, fell back and circled again. The evening was kind of dull, there were no other sounds, only the faint hum of the bicycle and the dim light of the bicycle. It wasn't dark yet, the bike's flashlight illuminated only himself, but the Arzumanovs' son wanted to please the girl and lit the flashlight, and the girl liked it, there was some feminine joy in the girl. on both sides of the road were the fences of the gardens, the road was empty, there were only them, then in the far corner he set off and his drunken brother came swaying. At that time, they had reached the door of their yard, and the son of the Arzumanovs jumped out of the circle and ran to the far side of the road, and he entered the yard.
He entered the yard himself - the little brother, who was hugging the goose, had fallen behind his big brother, and the big brother was running away in terror and circling among the trees, he wanted to run to his mother, but there were strangers near his mother, it was a shame. Their mother and her son were standing in the yard with their arms crossed, facing their aunt's open-faced bright Nerses and an unknown big head who was playing with the toe of his shoe with the tip of his hat, he was black, shy and ugly. He loved his cousin's son, he put the buckets down and went to greet him with his hand, then he extended his hand to the black-headed ugly and then he realized that Nerses had brought him for another purpose. He froze and hated Nerses, and at that time the door of the yard was slammed back and his brother, who had drunk Oskan, entered the yard, and he threw himself out of the yard by him, ran to his grandmother's house. Arzumanyan's son was following him riding a bicycle, but he did not see him and did not understand him.
He fell into his grandmother's manger, hid himself in his grandmother's manger, and his only hiding place was his grandmother's manger. He remembers that he used to say. "Big head, black, gray." He buried himself in his grandmother's lap, he wanted not to be buried in her skirts, he lost himself here and there in his grandmother's lap.
"Gesh... black... big-headed... poor...
Then, the grandmother sang a song and combed her hair, and so without a shawl and a cloth, she was a thin girl, like a one-year-old shrew, and the grandmother's song was about an orphan abandoned in the forest; "Pakhre will come and give milk!" "Pakhre will come and give milk!" "Pakhre will come and give milk!"
- The wind will come and rock... nani, dear orphan, nani... Pakhre will come and give milk.
"Pakhre will come and give milk", the grandmother sang and combed her hair, while the son of the Arzumanians stood in the open door and looked and blinked.
Meratsu regretted giving the jacket to him. he stuck his head in a closet, he picked out a jacket in the prince's rich house, he secretly fiddled with the jacket, then he openly compared the jacket with the girl and regretted the jacket. Gold's drunken brother held the tree in the garden motionless, because if he moved, he would fall. The prince's father fixed his eyes on the throne for a minute, so that after a while he fell on something, and the younger brother managed to fly something out of his father's pocket, it was probably money, half of which he hid for himself in his lap, and the other half he kept in his hand, secretly wanted to give it to his sister from his mother - he was sliding around the house like a cat, he was able to get rubbed by his mother as soon as he passed by. sister, but he had seen her and his own, came to take it from her hand, but she escaped from the house under the table. Perhaps the poor and pitiful among them wanted to give something to his sister, the cowardly brother, who bent his neck and pulled away and was afraid of his mother. Father Ishkhan jumped up like a snake bitten to find something to do and said something to his wife about the jacket. "Give, give, give, give, say, no regrets, give." and as he passed by on his way out of the house, he said something about the big-headed ugly boy who was sitting on the couch outside playing with the toe of his shoe with the tip of his hat, "The boy is a good boy... smart, working... not a drinker."
"Hey!"
- Give it, give it, give it, it's not a pity, give it, give it.
Meratsu brought the jacket, measured it on himself, said. "It's not a pity, wear it, it's cold."
- Hecky, it's a cyurt, not an epsos.
Ishkhan's father's voice came from the yard or the garden. "You're late, Aita, it's late for the train," but he and the big-headed ugly, Simon, especially he, were standing motionless on the balcony, and he was already gathering courage, he was already getting the language to say that he would not leave that rich house so poor, that carpet, those carpets... those pillows, those warm beds... that cleanliness in the yard... those cows sitting heavy... and especially those rugs and one in particular among them... And at that time brother Oskan broke away from the tree in the garden and came rushing drunkenly. - He is fifteen years old.
He looked at Simon, and Simon stood up. He looked at himself, and Simon corrected himself. He corrected himself and swallowed his saliva in that bitter world in that cold evening, and they took a step to go down from the Prince's balcony, so that they would never look back to that rich, clean and sweet house, where there was everything, except the lightness of the heart.
Was Nerses the last, not the last? at the barn door he seemed to be helping the Prince or standing by the Prince doing business, but then another appeared at the station in a black leather jacket with his town friends, and he was very sure, and Simon was very poor to him, and one minute he loathed Simon and withdrew, but the next he hated Nerses and pitied Simon.
On the way down to the station, he stopped under the cemetery, looked at Simon, looked towards the cemetery and knelt and bowed.
- No, crying is not for us.
He looked at the cemetery, looked at Simon, and now he remembers that he said: "My light ours..." And Simon turned his head and swallowed, and he remembers that he said: "We will live." But there was no will to live and win in that man, and he hit the ground, beat the ground and whimpered. "My mother's girdle was left in the enemy's house... My mother's silver belt was left in the enemy's house... My mother's carpet... My mother's red carpet... My mother's gold peacock carpet... My mother's silver bracelet." But only he was crying, the world was deaf, the ground was dry and cold...
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